Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

do we need any reason to love?

whose DNA was she carrying?a question she couldn't answerdrugged, gagged, kidnappedfor five years she had been lost to himout of mind for all those years- caring for their daughter kept him sanewhen he caught up with herfollowing all leadsin that snowbound villahe found 22 of them, including hermost of them pregnantsome barely recognisable

how could he leave her,now that she needed him most-now that he needed her mostmiracles found her againlove would get them throughthat would their mantra

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Updated@ 18:55: I should have mentioned it here that this came after I finished reading Snowbound by Blake Crouch, a thriller, to be published in July 2010. A very disturbing book. My verse is review of sorts although I will write a full review soon, on my other blog.

Beautiful Gautami.. love itself is a miracle..and understanding the mutual need irrespective of circumstances and moving forward towards fulfilment of the same.. what else is love.. you are as ever ..Amazing

Do we need any reason to love? I like your opening question. I am glad you explained where the poem came from for it is disturbing and very cultish. But the question remains and I believe the answer is no, we don't need a reason to love, we just NEED to love!

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.